| Robert Perry (Robert Perry)Bronx! (Bronx!) Manhattan (Manhattan) Queens (Queens)
 Staten Island (Staten Island) Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)
 Across the George Washington Bridge from New Jersey (Jersey)
 You know about the Robert Perry (Robert Perry)
 A.K.A., the Double K
 
 Man get off my back
 Y'all sound whack like the, Brown Sugar, soundtrack
 You know the office decomposer
 Commercial cleaner, garbage disposer
 Hang my underwear in New York on top of your Times Square poster
 Pullin your snipes down
 Sample you, and your girl bring the Vaseline lotion
 Babywipes down, nobody can handle me
 Overcrowd 20th to 50th Street
 The top ten rappers in the Big Apple work janitor
 Clean my defecation off the concrete
 My pee stains shock your family, piss on your man's hand
 While your girl make the beats
 Y'all nothin but packs of candy and sweets
 
 125Th Street (125th Street)
 125Th Street, Robert Perry (Robert Perry)
 
 The national dominator, urinate on your best hater
 The mad people love the vanilla flavor
 Take your rap unserious like your movie roles
 Don't smile when the Doberman Pinscher
 Finishes bad work on your sneaker soles, all V.I.P. material
 Don't play me, to hype your lyrics
 Tear you a new ass, go pay Jay-Z to write your lyrics
 Send your girl to dance out of state on spirit
 Don't get jealous cause the Avirex DJ usually act like he don't hear it
 (I don't hear it) A lot of guys at the station can't play they mother's record
 Let alone, their little brother's record
 New York is Hollywood, downtown Manhattan is Los Angeles
 The truth hurts, everybody in America is sportin them shirts
 
 125Th Street (125th Street)
 125Th Street, Robert Perry (Robert Perry)
 125Th Street (125th Street)
 
 Y'all still sportin them jerseys, I got Tom laundry gear
 Man bring the Stoli's Vanilla over here, girls floss the beer bellies
 It ain't sexy drinkin beer
 Talk under the Cerwin Vegas
 I'ma act like I can't understand your rap, man it's too loud
 Foes are whack, I can't hear, watch the cops escort you out the club
 Enjoy yourself, man you scared
 Ain't nobody thinkin about you let your shoulders rub
 Youse a paranoid studio killer
 Stayin home by the fireplace and drinkin Miller
 Women with fat ugly men sayin, Girl he is fine
 Lookin at his fake jewelry shine
 
 125Th Street, yeah
 125Th Street (125th Street)
 125Th Street, Robert Perry (Robert Perry)
 125Th Street, (125th Street)
 Yeah you'll see me walkin down, 125th Street
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